Chapter 273: Jun Xiaoyao

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao's aura was overwhelming, as if a primordial divine king had descended.

With a thought, destruction; with a thought, creation.

This punch came down like an entire universe crushing down, filling all who witnessed it with endless terror and despair.

It was like a mortal facing the infinite, boundless universe—tiny, helpless.

This was the power of the universe's origin; even a single thread of it could generate immense energy.

Not just Wang Chuan and the others—even Jun Xiaoyao himself was startled by this power.

"Controlling destruction and regeneration—this power is terrifying, but right now, it's still in its gestation phase," Jun Xiaoyao mused.

The Divine Origin was the starting point of Jun Xiaoyao's Dao.

In the future, the Origin would still evolve, producing countless unimaginable transformations.

Jun Xiaoyao's power would only grow stronger.

With one punch, the earth collapsed, carved into a deep pit nearly a thousand zhang in diameter.

Endless fissures spread across the land, shattering it into fragments.

Wang Chuan himself was smashed deep into the ground, and the Little Sixfold Reincarnation Disc bore cracks.

Remember, this was a Supreme Artifact.

Though Wang Chuan could not fully unleash the Little Sixfold Reincarnation Disc's power, it was far from something anyone could easily crush.

Watching Jun Xiaoyao strike the ancient anomaly into unconsciousness with a single punch,

Ji Qingyi, Little Demon Immortal, and the others had no words.

They could not imagine how miserable his enemies would be if Jun Xiaoyao returned to the Immortal Realm.

"Cough… cough…"

A sound of coughing up blood arose.

Wang Chuan stepped out of the deep pit, one step at a time.

His body was shattered, blood streaking his chin, his aura withered to the extreme.

Fear flickered in Wang Chuan's eyes.

In his own era, Wang Chuan reached the peak, one of the strongest young supreme beings.

But in this era, the moment he emerged, he met Jun Xiaoyao—how tragic.

Otherwise, he might have continued to shine in the glory of the Reincarnation Sacred Body.

"Oh, still alive?" Jun Xiaoyao was slightly surprised.

No wonder he was an ancient anomaly—he had some substance after all.

Had this been a contemporary prodigy, he'd already be a pulp crushed by Jun Xiaoyao's fist.

Though Wang Chuan barely clung to life, he clearly had no strength left to fight.

"It's over," Jun Xiaoyao said, expression calm.

Only if an enemy had value would Jun Xiaoyao spare them—for now, like Xiao Chen and Yang Pan.

But Wang Chuan held no use for him, and as an ancient anomaly, he posed a certain threat.

Jun Xiaoyao would never show mercy—he would cut the grass and root it out.

Feeling Jun Xiaoyao's killing intent, Wang Chuan's heart turned cold.

He had lain buried in the mortal realm for countless years, and upon emerging, he had planned to sweep the current generation.

Now he was about to die.

Wang Chuan could not accept this outcome—it was too tragic.

"Die!"

Jun Xiaoyao's expression was cold; he brought down his palm, and primordial energy flowed between his fingers, causing the void to collapse.

With this palm strike, Wang Chuan could no longer resist!

Little Demon Immortal's face tightened as she watched.

Wang Chuan was her ally, and potentially someone who might join the Demon Immortal Sect.

She wanted to speak up and stop him, but no words came out.

She understood Jun Xiaoyao's nature well enough.

Would he halt because of her plea?

Obviously not.

So Little Demon Immortal ultimately said nothing, lest she anger Jun Xiaoyao.

Watching Jun Xiaoyao's palm descend, Wang Chuan gritted his teeth and finally spoke: "I surrender!"

Hearing this, Jiang Luoli and the others were stunned.

An ancient anomaly had just surrendered.

This was something unimaginable before.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained utterly unchanged.

To him, whether Wang Chuan begged or not, the outcome was the same.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao unmoved, Wang Chuan clenched his fists tightly.

He had just broken free from his seal—he had not yet revealed his glory in the Immortal Realm. How could he die like this?

"Wait, Jun Xiaoyao, I still have value to you!" Wang Chuan cried out.

"Hmm?" Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow slightly.

Wang Chuan made his decision.

He did not want to perish in obscurity, so he could only reveal his final card.

Wang Chuan whispered to Jun Xiaoyao, revealing certain truths.

For instance, he was the Holy Son of the Reincarnation Demon Sect, the only one who could find the sect's treasure vault.

Within the Reincarnation Demon Sect's treasure vault lay even an Emperor Artifact—the Sixfold Reincarnation Disc.

Originally, Wang Chuan would never have revealed such secrets so casually.

But now, to save his life, he had no choice.

Jun Xiaoyao's palm halted before Wang Chuan's face, just three chi from his forehead.

Wang Chuan was drenched in cold sweat, his face pale.

If he had delayed his words even a moment longer, he'd now be a headless corpse.

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flickered darkly.

Though he did not fully believe Wang Chuan's words, he thought the possibility likely.

"You know what happens to those who deceive this Divine Son," Jun Xiaoyao said, looking down with cold disdain.

"I am well aware. The Reincarnation Demon Sect vanished long ago in history's river—I am the last one left. How would I dare deceive you or the Jun Clan?" Wang Chuan replied.

He was alone now.

But behind Jun Xiaoyao stood the vast, immortal Jun Clan.

If Wang Chuan deceived Jun Xiaoyao, he would still die in the end.

"You may live—but you must accept the Slave Seal."

Jun Xiaoyao's first words brought Wang Chuan a sigh of relief.

Then his face darkened.

The Slave Seal was an extremely humiliating technique.

Jun Xiaoyao had used it before on Wu Mingyue—but later removed it.

If branded with the Slave Seal, Wang Chuan's life and death would rest entirely in Jun Xiaoyao's will.

But that was not the worst part.

The worst part was—he was an ancient anomaly.

An ancient anomaly branded with a Slave Seal—who would believe it?

Wang Chuan gritted his teeth and said: "Could you at least allow me to become a follower instead?"

Becoming a follower was at least less extreme than the Slave Seal.

And Jun Xiaoyao had forged his own path—if he did not perish, he would surely ascend to the supreme peak.

Thus, becoming Jun Xiaoyao's follower was not entirely unacceptable.

"Followers? I'm not interested—for now. And you have no right to bargain," Jun Xiaoyao said coldly.

Hearing this, Wang Chuan felt a deep shame.

He, an ancient anomaly, didn't even qualify to become a follower!

Jun Xiaoyao's brow furrowed slightly—he was growing impatient.

The Reincarnation Demon Sect's treasure vault was tempting, but Jun Xiaoyao didn't need it.

Getting it would be better.

Not getting it wouldn't cost him a single hair.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao's impatience, Wang Chuan took a deep breath and knelt on one knee before him.

To survive, Wang Chuan had no choice but to accept.

Seeing this, Jun Xiaoyao's face showed a flicker of surprise.

This ancient anomaly of the Reincarnation Demon Sect could indeed bend and endure.

The mindset of ancient anomalies was truly unlike the arrogant, defiant prodigies of this age.

Wangchuan opened his mind's divine palace, allowing Jun Xiaoyao to plant the slave seal.

Thus, this ancient anomaly was fully controlled by Jun Xiaoyao and became his slave.

If the people of the Immortal Realm learned this news, it would stir up immense turmoil.

For Jun Xiaoyao had enslaved not a contemporary prodigy, but an ancient anomaly like Princess Long Ji!